RESURRECTION, Unleashing The Heart ~ Ecstatic Breathwork @ The Hub ~ SUNDAY night 4/4/10 5:30-7pm

SUNDAY, April 4th, 5:30-7PM  ~ RESURRECTION: Unleashing The Heart,
ECSTATIC BREATHWORK at The Hub

“The caterpillar cannot understand the Butterfly”

It’s a day in many traditions.  It’s a day celebrating the emergence of new life from the cave.  Are you ready to birth more, maybe All, of your Heart into fuller expression?  Fuller freedom to dance with all of life?  Fuller freedom to BE THE YOU YOU’VE SENSED WITHIN?  We’ll go deep into the Cave of the Heart this night with the power of ECSTATIC BREATHWORK for renewal, release, rejuvenation, and RESURRECTION!

When:       SUNDAY night 4/4/10  5:30-7pm   
                    ((Arrive early to avoid being late))

Exchange:       $35

Where:      The Hub (http://thehub-la.com)
                    2001 S Barrington Ave, Suite 150, Los Angeles, CA 90025-5363 US
                    { S Barrington Ave between LaGrange and Mississippi }
                    Entrance for the Hub is located on street level at the ground floor of the
                    parking structure located on South Barrington Avenue.
Bring:          Yoga mat and/or blanket-we'll be sitting on the floor at first then lying down
                     for the breathwork.

RSVP:        You can reserve your spot through The Hub  310-575-4200

Love,
Scott
http://trustthebreath.com
http://scottschwenk.blogspot.com
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The Gap Between Knowing and Being

There are days like this one where I'm at a complete loss for how to rationalize the gluttonously nasty things human beings do to one another and our habitat on this planet.  It seems like destruction is a publicly traded commodity.  Kindness has become woo-woo.  Therapy, a way to band-aid the horrendous guilt, and narcotics, a way to sleep at night, only to wake to triple lattes as a replacement for crap sleep from the narcotics. 

It's a hamster wheel. 

I don't see an end in sight on days like this. 

We may very well create the end of the sustainability of the human race on this planet in my lifetime.

There's an ever-expanding fault-line gaping between what we truly know as right action and what we actually do with our time, money, and energy.  The race to get more of anything and everything faster than the competition to fill a bottomless hole is accelerating.  The snake is eating its own tail and we're so distracted as a race into hurrying towards something more, better, and different.

Three 46-minute sittings of meditation, an hour and a half of chanting, three hours of exercise, and a day filled with self-inquiry have not gotten the disgust and anxiety to abate.  I feel responsible for this mess.  I feel called to do something about it, and struggle with the notion of an ego driven to be lofted into heroism, rather than trust in a rooted altruism arising from my heart.  

It's amazing how the hue of nasty casts its shadow over every thought and feeling.

This too will lift.  It has come to pass.  

I'll hear some piece of music tomorrow, or the sound of the hummingbirds outside my window in the early hours, or read some status update on Facebook that restores my faith in humanity.  Or is it just more anesthesia?

What's the difference between burying my head in the sand and immersing myself in self-upliftment, self-realization?  Can I trust the mechanisms I have for seeing clearly the gap between knowing and being?  

Even as I write this, I know this is a visitation; the blossoming of stored old emotional energy enlivened the news on Uganda's proposed bill to make homosexuality a crime punishable by death.  

I know that the power of my days, months, and years of focused practice will burn up this distorted point of view in the ever-burning fires of Truth.  It will happen as surely as the Sun will rise in the morning.  

I will be infused with a new point of view:  one that has more space and compassion rooting through the crevices.  It comes because I have asked.  I have asked, and am never let down in sincere prayers like these.  I have not asked for the world to be rearranged overnight.  I have asked to see differently; to see in a way that is productive.  To see in a way that empowers actions based in Truth, motivated by trust, and marinated in knowing.

In the meantime, I sit.  I sit and attentively watch.  I move closer to the sensation of my breath, the simplicity of my body sensations, and the remembrance of all the ways I love myself.  Already I feel the shifting of the sands within.  

Writing brings its own release.  It's a way of participating without forcing change.  Reporting on the inner landscape without nailing myself to the cross for having these feelings reveals space.  In that space my breath deepens, and the healing expands.

The gap between knowing and being is my teacher.

Scott Schwenk

http://trustthebreath.com

http://scottschwenk.blogspot.com

http://www.huffingtonpost.com/scott-schwenk

No More Breaks

No More Breaks

No more breaks in the Circle of Life.

Can you
Will you
Ever release
The Fort Knox lockdown
On your identity as
stuck, broken, alone, not-enough?

How many years
dollars and ears
will you use with
no exchange
to fix something that has
no existence?

A free ego
isn't freedom at all...

This gasping
rasping and grasping for
air
is ridiculous...

How many meatless
old bones
will you add to your collection
sucking on them for some hope of
sustenance?

You ask for compassion
but won't let this
balm of Gilead
permeate your
aching
thick
dry skin...

You plead for time
while running down
pedestrians
on the hunt for
the next great latte
to invigorate the
lifeless listless adrenals
whose lifeforce
you've gambled away on
one too many nights of promise
with no delivery.

When will you
and can you
ever
Wake up?

No more breaks in the Circle of Life.

Oh Great Spirit

Oh Mother of All

Light of Fire

Spirit of Water

Lift of Air

Strength of Earth

Knowing of Truth...

Release the
knot of the Heart
so the ocean of infiniteness
can know itself in
all form and formlessness

No more breaks in the Circle of Life.

Scott Patrick Schwenk 6/23/09